Arrogantly he walked into the tavern wearing the same musky clothes he had the night before.. “A beer,” he demanded. No eye contact, no pleasantries. It had been 1 month of monotony. Work, home, tv, sleep, his only friend had moved away and here he was, 35, still working at the same job since he barely graduated high school.
Everyone moved away, moved on, moved up, and his ability to suppress the...